Atlast, that bittersweet moment has finally arrived. In an industry, where 1 full year in a company is considered “quite a time”, 7 years & 4 months could well be considered “reasonably long” indeed. After warming the seats of Ramco Systems for a reasonably long time, I have resigned from my position there. From Monday, 1st December 2003, I would be part of an UK based Media Communications group.

Two days back, I posted that I did something for the first time. Well, its nothing great as such. It was all about submitting my resignation from my first job.

Innocence or Stupidity?

Shobha’s post on childhood innocence prompted me to write this. Not sure whether this incident is a mark of my innocence or heights of stupidity. Anyways, here it goes.

It happened about 19-20 years back when I was studying Class IV. Like most boys of that age at that part of the world in that period, I was a philatelist. Thanks to my uncle, who was working at a Foreign Exchange division of a Bank, I managed to have an enviable collection of postage stamps. Most of my weekends would go on counting the stamps according to country and all that.

There was this guy, another philatelist, senior to me by a year at school and lived in the same neighbourhood. One day he proudly displayed his wealth to me and I was amazed that he had so many unused stamps (should I say, unstamped stamps?) in his kitty & all of them were of the same design. Not that I was very strong in Geography, I had never heard of that country name before let alone have a stamp or two from that country. Much to my glee, he agreed to part half of those new ones in exchange for the same number from my collection. The deal got executed immediately and nothing interesting happened for the next few weeks until I saw in my dad’s possession, few of those familiar “red & white” new stamps I managed to get as a result of the business rule with a fellow philatelist.

Aghast that my dad took few stamps from my proud possession without my knowledge, I demanded to know where he got those stamps from, for which he told that he bought those at the post office. Unable to believe, I asked, “How can you buy foreign stamps from the post office?â€? My dad told that they would indeed be available at the post office although they are not normal postage stamps, but are called “REVENUE” stamps and patiently went on to explain their purpose.

Oh, boy! I realised how I have been squared and also there is no country by name “REVENUE”.

Senthil from Kumbakonam – I do remember you, not just because of this incident. If you happen to read this and the above rings a bell, I’d be happy to get in touch with you again. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you for my stamps. In all probability, you were as ignorant as me that time. Anyway, I have given up philately quite long ago. 🙂

I would have been a multi-millionaire by now

I have got this call three times in as many days where an automated male voice tells me that prize money of few million pounds is waiting for me to grab and I should call up a premium number to claim that money.

First, it was the bloody RD thru’ snail mail.

Next, it was Dr. Bahutu & his cronies from Africa over e-mail

Now, it is this anonymous moron over the telephone.

Oh God! Why are you making people chase me after with loads of money? I would have been a multi-millionaire by now if only you had given them enough brains to leave those piles of cash at my doorstep.

An appeal to Blood donors



Few minutes of your time on this site could really make a difference. Think the purpose of www.indianblooddonors.com is self-explanatory. If you are a resident Indian, please register your details with this site and also spread the word about it. I heard that so many people have managed to get help at the crucial hour through this. Do your bit for a noble cause.

When things go wrong..



When things go wrong as they sometimes will,

When the road you are trudging seems all uphill;

When the funds are low, and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;

When care is pressing you down a bit –

Rest if you must, but don’t quit.

Stick to the fight when you are hardest hit,

It is when things seem worst you must not quit.

       – Unknown

I have been made to remember this quite frequently in the last few years. Yet another time today!

Photo Courtesy: Media Junk photo blog

The Clown is in the Town

George W Bush is the most unwelcome guest in Britain at the moment, though the Guardian poll says that it is not that bad. Thanks to Freedom of Expression, tens of thousands are planning to show their back at him in the form of massive rallies, protests and what not.

Some 14,000+ cops are on duty to see to that nothing untoward happens in London during Bush’s state visit to United Kingdom that started yesterday. When people say that other parts of London might become soft targets for the terrorists/trouble makers due to heightened concentration around the Palace, I think they have got a point. Hopefully, the connoisseurs of security had done their calculations right.

Your Excellency, my sonny wants to go to school..

A good friend of mine told about this over the weekend.

A relative of his, who got transferred to Chennai wanted to admit his three year old in one of the best known schools in Chennai. Since the academic year has already started the school refused admission to that lad. The father of the kid turned for help towards the grandfather, who recently retired from a high-ranking post in armed services and is now serving the President (yes, the President of India) in some capacity. That gentleman has rung up the school vouching for his grandson and has even said that, he would request Dr. Kalam to give a ring, if that would please the school authorities. The school relented and admitted the boy.

Gosh! All this for getting a kid admitted in LKG.

Diary

It is a sign that another New Year is fast approaching. Still 45 days more to go in 2003, our company distributed 2004 diaries today. The first thing I did with it was to check out all the holidays for 2004! 🙂

Whats in a name? There seems to be a lot to it.

Yesterday, my colleague was chatting with his buddies while someone asked “Do you know about Chakra?”. He replied saying, “Yeah.. very well. He is my mate at work!”, which seems to have amused others. The Chakra they referred about was not me, but something to do with Eastern medicine. Looks like Eastern therapy is catching up fast all over and hence Chakra is getting popular.

In the past, I have had few people write to me asking about some therapy, mental balance etc, which I have ignored. Apparently, they have reached my website, searching for “chakra”. Recently, one lady sent an e-mail saying she was very disappointed with my website coz it didn’t have anything related to those ‘chakra’s. hmmmm… so much for having this name! Am enjoying every moment of it, though!

Did a quick search and found this.. sigh!



What does a chakra look like?

Chakras have been depicted as a funnel of sorts with smaller funnels within the funnel. I have viewed the intake of the chakra as that of a fan or windmill in circular motion.